Fallout Stations

(“static…”)
Counting photos, filling out the evidence
A two year wait and a hold for decadence
We will see you at the next fading light

For the phones, they’re giving fiber optic codes
Never knowing aging static radios
Sending signals to the fallout stations
Across the skies
And we’ll find you as soon as possible
‘Cause you’re down, not out,
And they’ll say you’re all right
But we’ll wait for you at the green gray bridge
That green gray bridge

A year or two and our voices start to fade
Never knowing of what happened yesterday
Selling silence to the fallout stations
Across the skies
And we’ll find you as soon as possible
‘Cause you’re down, not out,
And they’ll say you’re all right
But we’ll wait for you at the green gray bridge
That green gray bridge

(ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhh x2)